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born on the seventh day of the seven month? That be great. Just great. Just dandy.” The maid vanished.
Ophelia frowned, “Why does she hate me?”
Lydia laughed, “She doesn’t sweetie. She just fears what’s next. You are the prophecy I’m afraid.”
Ophelia shook her head, “This day is just getting better by the second. What prophecy? You people have me confused. I'm telling you. I'm not the girl.”
Lydia looked up as a redhead walked into the room with a very tall young man and a pretty blonde girl. The blonde looked haunted.
“The prophecy of the end of days. You've heard of Armageddon?” The redhead spoke with a bite in her tone.
Ophelia felt her breath quicken, “You people speak in riddles, just answer a question.”
The blonde laughed bitterly, “It gets so much worse. I still don’t get straight answers and I’ve been here years. I’m Aimee and while this seems like some kind of odd dinner theatre production, it isn’t.” She put a hand out and forced a smile across her lips.
Ophelia took the girl’s hand and attempted a smile, “Ophelia. It does seem like a play or a movie.”
“This is Lorri and Lucas.”
Ophelia smiled and tried not to point out that they were standing amongst her pretend ghosts. They didn’t seem to see them hovering there, looking spooky.
“Do you ever have dreams that seem like they’re trying to tell you something?”
She shook her head, “No.”
The ghost maid came toward her, “Does some peoples act like they don’t sees you?”
Ophelia blushed as she looked at Jake and nodded her head, “Sometimes. My aunt. She swore up and down she couldn’t see me.”
Annabelle threw her arms in the air, “The witches who saved her put a curse on her. Baby girl you are trouble. You Roses is biting off too much this time.” She was gone again before Ophelia could ask her any questions.
She looked at the people left in the room and scowled, “Is anyone going to tell me what’s really going on?” She wanted to know where her sister was. Not to mention where she was. She looked back at Jake and sighed.
“Ophelia dear, we are telling you the truth. You are more special than you know. Come sit by me.” Lydia patted the couch and smiled as if she were her grandmother and about to offer her a cookie.
Chapter Twelve
Sam
Her red hair stood out against the brunettes. He watched her smile and laugh through the small window of the tiny Greek kitchen. It was just like the other times. He watched her laugh and smile or read. As always, she was clueless to his spying eye. From the moment he had met her he had known, she was his. He would never forget seeing her splash of strawberry blond hair against her father’s chest, before the accident. He remembered her mother taking her own life. He tried to block out the unhappy memories. He tried not to remember the pain on her father’s face, the tears that streamed before the rage took him.
Sam had never suspected Marcus in the blame for her mother’s death. No one had. His advances toward her mother had been kept secret. She had never told anyone. Sam had always loved her like an aunt. She was of the few Sirens who had shown love and sisterly affections toward his mother. They had visited him and his mother on the Canadian Island many times when Hanna was tiny.
His heart ached, watching her through the window.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
He looked at Lorri standing beside him. She had moved there silently.
“I go where my heart is Lorri.”
Lorri watched Hanna laugh and enjoy meeting the other Sirens. After a few moments she spoke, “They could come for you if they sense you.”
He felt the grim smile cross his lips, “I would kill them all.”
“Samuel.”
The tone in her voice told him there was no negotiating with her.
He watched for one more second, before flashing back to the woods in Lydia’s back yard. He felt the distance between them instantly crush his chest. He dropped to his knees,
Ophelia frowned, “Why does she hate me?”
Lydia laughed, “She doesn’t sweetie. She just fears what’s next. You are the prophecy I’m afraid.”
Ophelia shook her head, “This day is just getting better by the second. What prophecy? You people have me confused. I'm telling you. I'm not the girl.”
Lydia looked up as a redhead walked into the room with a very tall young man and a pretty blonde girl. The blonde looked haunted.
“The prophecy of the end of days. You've heard of Armageddon?” The redhead spoke with a bite in her tone.
Ophelia felt her breath quicken, “You people speak in riddles, just answer a question.”
The blonde laughed bitterly, “It gets so much worse. I still don’t get straight answers and I’ve been here years. I’m Aimee and while this seems like some kind of odd dinner theatre production, it isn’t.” She put a hand out and forced a smile across her lips.
Ophelia took the girl’s hand and attempted a smile, “Ophelia. It does seem like a play or a movie.”
“This is Lorri and Lucas.”
Ophelia smiled and tried not to point out that they were standing amongst her pretend ghosts. They didn’t seem to see them hovering there, looking spooky.
“Do you ever have dreams that seem like they’re trying to tell you something?”
She shook her head, “No.”
The ghost maid came toward her, “Does some peoples act like they don’t sees you?”
Ophelia blushed as she looked at Jake and nodded her head, “Sometimes. My aunt. She swore up and down she couldn’t see me.”
Annabelle threw her arms in the air, “The witches who saved her put a curse on her. Baby girl you are trouble. You Roses is biting off too much this time.” She was gone again before Ophelia could ask her any questions.
She looked at the people left in the room and scowled, “Is anyone going to tell me what’s really going on?” She wanted to know where her sister was. Not to mention where she was. She looked back at Jake and sighed.
“Ophelia dear, we are telling you the truth. You are more special than you know. Come sit by me.” Lydia patted the couch and smiled as if she were her grandmother and about to offer her a cookie.
Chapter Twelve
Sam
Her red hair stood out against the brunettes. He watched her smile and laugh through the small window of the tiny Greek kitchen. It was just like the other times. He watched her laugh and smile or read. As always, she was clueless to his spying eye. From the moment he had met her he had known, she was his. He would never forget seeing her splash of strawberry blond hair against her father’s chest, before the accident. He remembered her mother taking her own life. He tried to block out the unhappy memories. He tried not to remember the pain on her father’s face, the tears that streamed before the rage took him.
Sam had never suspected Marcus in the blame for her mother’s death. No one had. His advances toward her mother had been kept secret. She had never told anyone. Sam had always loved her like an aunt. She was of the few Sirens who had shown love and sisterly affections toward his mother. They had visited him and his mother on the Canadian Island many times when Hanna was tiny.
His heart ached, watching her through the window.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
He looked at Lorri standing beside him. She had moved there silently.
“I go where my heart is Lorri.”
Lorri watched Hanna laugh and enjoy meeting the other Sirens. After a few moments she spoke, “They could come for you if they sense you.”
He felt the grim smile cross his lips, “I would kill them all.”
“Samuel.”
The tone in her voice told him there was no negotiating with her.
He watched for one more second, before flashing back to the woods in Lydia’s back yard. He felt the distance between them instantly crush his chest. He dropped to his knees,
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